As I Love Mannheim, Mannheim Loves Me.

The Taste Of Death Is Upon My Lips. I Feel Something That Is Not Of This Earth.

Nor Do I Hear In My Imagination The Parts Successively, But I Hear Them, As It Were, All At Once (gleich Dies Zusammen). What A Delight This Is I Cannot Tell ! All This Inventing, This Producing, Takes Place In A Pleasing Lively Dream.

I Really Do Not Aim At Any Originality.

Nevertheless The Passions, Whether Violent Or Not, Should Never Be So Expressed As To Reach The Point Of Disgust.

To Talk Well And Eloquently Is A Very Great Art, But That An Equally Great One Is To Know The Right Moment To Stop.